12. Sleep

searching for my soul
through chasms of my minds
longing my own desire
to make me apart of life
round and round this circle turns
 [bad word] to end
hideous games played on my mind
driving me insane
this ring of painul delight
resides deep within my brain
 [bad word] too naturally
when my arms bleed
crossing the sky
deep within these dreams
crashing back to the sea
the sleep numbs my mind
from todays reality
sleep
the dreams [bad word] [bad word] 
my life will be over soon
sleep my child
your life is doomed
sleep